Author: Brylene

Spring becomes Summer. Wood becomes Fire. We are in the window of this shift. Right now. In Nature, in the personal, in the Global. We open ourselves to this Truth; without much choice, and yes, most certainly with gripping fists, and fearful eyes that dart the other way. Yet here we are. This tilt...

My journey to midwifery began just about 10 years ago, at 17, when I saw my first birth at a birthing center on the border of Juarez, Mexico. It was in that moment—that one shift of energy, where new life entered the world—that my whole...

The Earth is speaking, and we must listen. The reality that has been created by us, with only us in mind, Is being brought to a screeching halt. We are being shown great imbalances. We are being faced with our fragile humanness. For some, perhaps, for the first time ever. It...

A thunder clap rumbles, Like the roar of a beast, The reminder of wildness. Wildness is endangered, Especially a wildness of women. Gripping to tame something inherently untamable. ~~~ Sublime. A feeling that melts away any unnecessary surface chatter. A quiver that shakes you to your core. An awakening to being something more than just...

The lush Earth tilts to meet the recharge of the Light of the Circle. There is an ease. An ease in letting go. A sweet flow of the dance that helps me to drop into rhythm with the Earth. The drum of the pulsing current. One that sings me into...

The call of the cardinal, sharp red, whose morning song fills the air. The smell of Birth in the soil and bursts of the trees’ first buds, Hanging like thick perfume. The warmer-tinged breeze than that of winter; Blowing in hope, easeful joy. It peels back thick clouds from the sun, Allowing the...

As I took my finals this morning, this means that my first semester of Nurse Practitioner school at Vanderbilt University has come to an end. This experience has been close to the hardest of my life (likely Guatemala still holds that coveted #1 spot, but...

It’s still a shift; An utmost sacred one. One where Mother Earth tilts a new way, conducting new shadows of the Sun. It’s still a shift. I feel it in my bones. In my heart. In the tone of my desire. Im searching for the familiarity, still. Looking around the corner...

Perhaps the words of caution fill your head. The words that tell you to, “be careful,” Words that temp you with, "this world is too scary." And plant seeds of doubt, that you hold to. But you, my dear, are here for a purpose. We all are. We are here to...